Is Shi Nuan really not afraid? How could that be possible!
That night, after seeing Yu Yao back to her room, Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan also returned to their room together.
This is the Song Family Mansion, not the Song Mansion. Although the bed is quite large, it feels uncomfortable knowing the elders are in the next room.
As soon as Song Yansheng entered the room, he casually unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and said to Shi Nuan, "Nuannuan, you go take a shower first, I’ll make a call!"
Shi Nuan glanced at the man’s handsome face in the soft light, her gaze falling on his sexy, moving Adam’s apple, her face heating up as she lowered her head and murmured a response.
Shi Nuan took her pajamas into the bathroom while Song Yansheng really did make a phone call outside.
The call was to Qu Yuzuo, mostly to ask about Yan Ke’s condition!
He learned that Yan Ke’s condition had improved a lot, but he was quite anxious and always wanted to be discharged.
The key point is he can’t even get out of bed now, so how could he be discharged?
But Qu Yuzuo said: "If it weren’t for Mr. Zhong being there, I’m afraid he would really escape from the hospital!"
Well, this is something Song Yansheng really can believe.
They chatted casually for a while, also touching on the matter about Yan Ke and Yao Ziwan meeting each other.
There hasn’t been any progress so far, because with Zhong Jinnan there, Qu Yuzuo is quite constrained!
Hanging up on Qu Yuzuo, Shi Nuan’s shower wasn’t finished yet, and Song Yansheng wasn’t in a hurry.
He just had a shower after work, so he’d just rinse off a bit later. His gaze fell on Shi Nuan’s open laptop.
But he didn’t walk any closer.
Shi Nuan came out soon, her hair washed and clinging wetly around her shoulders.
Seeing this, Song Yansheng instinctively frowned, took the towel from her hand, and gently rubbed her damp hair.
In a reproachful tone, he said, "Why did you come out without drying it off?"
Shi Nuan wanted to say: I wanted you to get in for your shower sooner so didn’t manage it?
But in the end, she didn’t voice it.
When Song Yansheng had her hair no longer dripping wet, he sighed in relief. Shi Nuan reached out to take the towel back, but the next second, she felt herself lift off the ground.
Realizing it, she had been scooped up by Song Yansheng, and to maintain balance, she had to hook her arm around his neck.
In an instant, their breaths mingled, and his handsome face was right in front of her.
Shi Nuan was stunned, her cheeks growing hotter, while he had already turned towards the big bed.
The next second, he securely placed her body on the large bed.
His warm hand pinched her cheek slightly: "Wait here, I’ll get the hairdryer!"
Shi Nuan wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but her throat was dry and couldn’t produce the words.
Just like that, Song Yansheng’s tall figure turned and walked towards a part of the room.
Soon, he found the hairdryer.
By this time Shi Nuan’s breathing had calmed down a bit. She opened her mouth: "I can dry it myself, you go take a shower, I..."
"With such long hair, and your arms so short, can you manage?"
Short arms? What kind of comment is that?
Shi Nuan instinctively frowned, her mouth involuntarily twitching.
Seeing this, Song Yansheng’s lips curled into a smile, then he took off his shoes and got onto the bed, plugged in the hairdryer, arranging Shi Nuan’s hair with one hand and holding the dryer with the other.
His fingers were long and soft, giving a gentle touch to her hair, which was very long, but not tangled, and yet he didn’t pull on it painfully.
It was rare to see a man being so meticulous.
Gradually, a warmth gathered in Shi Nuan’s chest, and it lingered there, like a fog, making it hard for her to breathe.
Her nose felt a little sour.
She wondered, what’s wrong with me?
Why do I suddenly feel... like crying?
Song Yansheng quickly finished drying Shi Nuan’s hair, reaching out to tidy it a bit with a slight smile on his lips, "Isn’t this better, clean and refreshing!"
Shi Nuan sniffled, saying nothing. Song Yansheng got off the bed and put away the hairdryer. When he turned back, he saw Shi Nuan sitting on the bed looking at him.
But as soon as she noticed his gaze, she immediately lowered her head again, her face still flushed red.
Uncontrollably, Song Yansheng went over, sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
He asked softly, "What’s wrong?"
Shi Nuan shook her head, nothing. She found her sudden burst of emotion earlier confusing, and she really didn’t know how to respond to Song Yansheng!
Song Yansheng reached out, his long fingers lifting her chin, forcing Shi Nuan to raise her head and look at him.
Shi Nuan felt a bit embarrassed, her large eyes glistening meeting his deep black ones.
She blinked, slightly flustered, the heat on her face intensifying.
The man’s lips held a smile, finding her expression even more endearing.
And this time, his handsome face didn’t move away immediately, staying close as he watched her.
She could almost see his long eyelashes flutter right before her eyes, her entire breath filled with his scent.
She was drowning in this atmosphere, utterly helpless, as if one breath away from suffocation.
At that moment, she heard him say.
——"In the future, don’t tempt me anymore, I won’t be able to resist, understood?"